Salt Fare, North Sea

Salt fare, North Sea



Salt fare, North Sea



Salt fare, North Sea



Salt fare, North Sea



Roll on, roll off



With these words I drown



Topmast secured



Hatches battened down



Sometimes I think



It must be different on land



But from the mast I can only see tyrants



Still in command



Fish and chip supper



Battered, no bones



Hung, drawn and quoted



And drifting alone



One thousand lashes



For the age of reason



Salt for your wounds



When the cod's in season



Salt fare, North Sea



Salt fare, North Sea



Salt fare, North Sea



Salt fare, North Sea



We reach the horizon



And sail over the edge



Drunk on our memories



More sober than a judge



I'm wasting time



That I can't afford



I know I'd die on the gallows



Before I'd die of being bored



Drifting along, drifting along



Drifting along, drifting along



Salt fare, North Sea



Salt fare, North Sea



Salt fare, North Sea



Salt fare, North Sea



Salt fare, North Sea



Salt fare, North Sea